And at the Caterlego battlefield at this moment.
Amid nearly two thousand insect hives' explosive spawning, everything in sight was the Abyssal Insect Race.
"Damn, what kind of lousy teleportation array is this? Can't teleport on its own? If it can't, at least say something."
A voice of complaint echoed from a corner of the battlefield.
The bruised Pu Sheng and the frantically fluffed Xiao Jiu in his arms kept grumbling.
He felt like he had been used as a hammer, working on a construction site for a day.
Even with his resistance, he felt pain everywhere.
Meanwhile, Baiyi, who appeared unscathed, casually said, "Breaking through a God's blockade, having some injuries is normal."
"Then why don't you have any?"
Pu Sheng was instantly displeased; none of the thousands of insect hives were damaged, and Baiyi remained indifferent while he was the one battered, which made him very unhappy.
"I'm injured internally."
